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... First of all, for those of you who have read First Person Plural, thank you. Rikki, Kyle, and I have been very moved by the kind words many of you have sent, and for the stories some of you have shared about overcoming your own challenges.

I'd like to share something with you that Leonardo da Vinci wrote, which I think of as "Leonardo's Rule." He said, "Every object yields to effort." I remind myself of that every day, and when I'm having a ...

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A Note from Dr. Cameron West

... First of all, for those of you who have read First Person Plural, thank you. Rikki, Kyle, and I have been very moved by the kind words many of you have sent, and for the stories some of you have shared about overcoming your own challenges.

I'd like to share something with you that Leonardo da Vinci wrote, which I think of as "Leonardo's Rule." He said, "Every object yields to effort." I remind myself of that every day, and when I'm having a difficult time, Rikki reminds me that this rule applies not only to the obstacles "out there," but to the more important ones-the ones we face in our own minds. Rikki lives by Leonardo's Rule; it comes to her naturally. Even though they are Leonardo's words, it is Rikki's actions that guide me and inspire me to work toward becoming a healthier and better person.

Cameron West, Ph.D.

"...written by a man who suffers from Dissociative Identity Disorder...a candid and moving memoir."

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Entertainment Weekly
A page-turning journey through Hell.
Entertainment Weekly
...[A] page-turning journey through hell.
Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Unlike Flora Rheta Schreiber's Sybil, which presented a fairly dispassionate and professional view of multiple personality disorder, now called dissociative identity disorder (DID), West's account is an intimate memoir of the pain and frustration he encountered before and after being diagnosed. In his 30s, West began experiencing symptoms of the disorder, including the presence of inner voices, periods of blackout, memory loss and the wrenching feeling that something was deeply amiss. With the expertise of a therapist and the often heroic--and sometimes courageous--support of his wife, West eventually identified 24 separate personalities of both sexes and various ages. These "alters" told stories of horrific childhood sexual abuse by family members, which West had erased from his conscious mind. West compellingly recounts his journey toward sanity and his decision to pursue a Ph.D. in psychology in order to better understand his illness. Illustrations from his journal, in which all alters were allowed to write, and drawings done by his child personalities give weight and detail to West's account. Occasionally, in his attempt to get at the experience of DID, West waxes melodramatic and falls back on awkward metaphors. The latter, admittedly, might very well be part of the territory: how can language describe two people passing each other within the same body without awkwardness? Readers who must cope with DID or other debilitating mental illnesses, either in themselves or friends and family, will appreciate West's honesty and insight about the subject. Agent, Laurie Fox. (Mar.)
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West, a psychologist, relates a deeply painful narrative of his battle with dissociative identity disorder (DID). He describes the horrors he endured, both mental and physical, as a child who was grossly abused by his mother, attributing the fragmentation of his adult life to these appalling experiences and telling how his long, happy marriage and family relationships were nearly ruined by the effects of DID. The book is not entirely dark; it provides hope and encouragement to DID victims and suggests how they can be helped through the support and understanding of others. It's also a practical guide for future clinicians, offering insight into a perplexing condition. West concludes with an epilog in which he lays out his theory that abused children can achieve a sense of wholeness through the understanding and acceptance of others and the reinvention of the self. Highly recommended for any public library.--Yan Toma, Queens Borough P.L., Flushing, NY
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...[A] page-turning journey through hell.
Kirkus Reviews
A singular first-person account of the much-debated condition now known as dissociative identity disorder (DID)-formerly termed multiple personality disorder-by a man who professes to have 24 separate personalities, or "alters." West was a successful businessman when he began hearing the voices that led him to a psychologist's office and eventually to the diagnosis of DID. Although he had no memory of childhood sexual abuse by his mother and grandmother, his alters did, and as his psychologist explains, their existence was his mind's way of coping with those experiences. Introductory thumbnail sketches of his 24 alters help the reader to keep straight this extensive cast of characters. Most memorable are Clay, an eight-year-old whose untimely appearances put a damper on Wests' lovemaking, and Switch, another eight-year-old, whose knife attacks on West send him repeatedly to the emergency room. Now a would-be novelist, West exercises his fledgling narrative skills here, not only relating his own strange tale briskly, but adopting an all-seeing eye for scenes where he was not present, e.g., his wife at a DID support meeting or with an admirer whose attentions threaten their marriage. While West's story is primarily about his bizarre condition and how it changed his life (he sold his Massachusetts home and business and moved to California, earned a Ph.D. in psychology in order to better understand DID, spent time in psychiatric hospitals, and gradually came to accept as true the sexual abuse memories of his alters), it is also the story of a married couple dealing with one partner's mental breakdown and of how they handled the subject with their young son. The volume is illustratedthroughout with pages from West's journal showing his alters' childish scrawls and drawings. DID skeptics may view this as an ingenious bit of fantasy; for those who found Sybil or The Three Faces of Eve believable and engrossing, this account will be even more so.
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  • ISBN-13: 9780786863907
  • Publisher: Hyperion
  • Publication date: 3/3/1999
  • Pages: 304
  • Product dimensions: 6.00 (w) x 8.75 (h) x 1.25 (d)

First Chapter

Chapter One


I was lying on my back on our white Berber living room carpet, admiring the self portraits in a luxuriously detailed book called Rembrandt: The Human Form and Spirit. The Rembrandt book was one of several wonderful art books Rikki and I had given to my dad. After he died, at the age of fifty-nine, ownership of the books had reverted to us, and I was glad about that, even though I would have been gladder had I not gotten them back so soon.

    Every time I look at Rembrandt's self-portraits I get a feeling inside that's hushed and private and kind of sad, like a solitary stretch of river at night, and I know I'm looking directly into the man's soul. And for some reason, when I look at those paintings I feel a little closer to my dad, even though Rembrandt probably knows him better than I ever did.

    It was early evening in the middle of October. The days were getting shorter, and outside you could see your breath. The leaves on the trees surrounding our small fieldstone house on our four-acre hill were turning, and soon they'd fall off and we'd have to surrender the cocoon-like feeling that had originally attracted us to the old place. Before long, through the bony trees, we'd be able to see our nearest neighbor's home down the hill and across the street, maybe six hundred feet away. Autumn in New England.

    Rikki was standing at the white Formica counter in our small, bright kitchen that opened to the living room. The counter was a happy sight, covered with all the fixings for a homemade pizza, one of my two favorite meals along with homemade ravioli with pesto sauce. The dough had risen and was stretched out on a perforated pizza pan, a tasty sauce simmered on the stove, and a big chunk of mozzarella sat next to a yellow-handled stainless steel grater. Black olives, Crimini mushrooms, and a shiny red bell pepper were already cut up, and Rikki was expertly slicing a Vidalia onion with an eight-inch Henckels knife on a worn, round, teak chopping board we'd gotten as a wedding gift twelve years earlier.

    The new L.L. Bean suede moccasins Rikki had just given me for my thirty-seventh birthday--actually our birthday, since we were born on the same day--were on the floor next to me, and five-year-old Kyle was beside me on his belly, wearing his blue and red Spiderman pajamas with the matching cape. He'd made a fort out of my moccasins for some of his GI Joe figures and the battle was raging, with Kyle providing excellent dialogue and sound effects, which at one point got overly juicy and he spit in my ear.

    "Kylie, jeez!" I said, making a "yucchhh" face and wiping the saliva off my ear with my shoulder.

    "Sorry, Dad," he apologized in his little voice. We looked at each other for half a second and both cracked up. I put Rembrandt down, rolled over to my left, and propped myself up on my elbow.

    "Aw that's nothing," I said. "Once when you were a real midget, maybe three months old--I was lying on my back on the floor holding you up doing a `Superman'--"

    Rikki pointed the knife at me and nodded without looking up from the cutting board. "Yup, I remember this," she said, grinning.

    "Anyway," I continued, "I'm on my back flying you around singing `Su-per-maaan,' swoopin' you back and forth and going `nyowww,' and all of a sudden ... are you ready for this? You puked, `bluhhhhh,' right in my ear!" Kyle burst out laughing and a load of snot blobbed out of his nose and hung on his lip.

    "Quick!" I shouted. "Go to Mom!" He jumped up and tooled into the kitchen, still laughing and trying to snort the mucus back up his little nose. Rikki put the knife down, grabbed a paper towel, and held it to Kyle's face while he blew.

    "Right in my ear," I said, chuckling. "Hot baby puke right in my ear."

    Rikki tossed the paper towel in the garbage can under the sink, rinsed her hands off, and picked up the knife and another onion. "You think that's funny, Kyle," she said, leaning forward against the counter. "Tell him, Dad."

    I nodded, knowing right away what she was referring to. Parenthood and twelve years of marriage provided us with the comfortable, unspoken understanding and knowledge that comes from thousands of shared experiences. I shook my head, laughing. "You're really gonna like this, Little Man."

    "What, Daddy?" Kyle asked, as he padded back, plopped down, and resumed the moccasin wars. "What am I gonna like?"

    "Okay," I said. "You were even littler than you were when you ralphed in my ear--"

    "Ralphed," he giggled. "Daddy, you're funny."

    "Hey," I said, giving him the Groucho eyebrows and air cigar. "Nobody calls me funny and gets away with it."

    Now Rikki was giggling. I paused and watched her snickering and chopping vegetables. I loved seeing her laugh. Loved the sound of her laugh. Such an easy laugh. Such a good person--a good friend. And sexy as hell, too. I never got tired of looking at her. Thirty-seven years old. Five feet six and slender. Long shapely legs that went all the way up to the buns of Navarone. Straight honey-brown hair cut just below her shoulders and large, deep blue eyes. Everyone who met her loved those eyes.

    Kyle poked me with his finger and whined, "C'mon, Dad."

    I snapped out of my reverie. "Okay, where was I ... oh, yeah. You were tiny, maybe four weeks old ..." I looked up at Rikki, raising my eyebrows quizzically.

    "Mm hmm," she said. "Four weeks to the day."

    "Right," I said. "Anyway, we were shooting some videotape on this old, beat-up video camera ..." I looked up at Rikki again. "Remember that camera?" She nodded.

    "Old camera," I said. "Made everything look green. So, Mom had the camera, we were sitting in the living room in our house in Nashville. You're on my lap--nude--or maybe you had a shirt on. I forget."

    "He was wearing a T-shirt," Rikki piped up.

    "Why wasn't he wearing a diaper?"

    "I don't know," she shrugged. "Airing him out?"

    "Anyway," I continued. "You were sitting on my lap and Mom was shooting some video of us. And all of a sudden, `pftthhdd,' you took a crap--on my leg!" That cracked Rikki up, and Kyle fell over laughing hysterically, holding his little belly.

    "Right there on the video," I said, shaking my head. "Recorded for all time. The first time my kid ever crapped on me."

    "Won't be the last, either," Rikki said, still laughing. Her eyes were tearing and she was sniffling--not from the stow, but from the onion. "Now that was classic," she said, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her teal cotton jersey.

    Kyle put Joe's butt on top of my head, stuck his tongue out and went "pftthhdd," and cracked up some more. Then he said, "Hey, Dad. Let's do Buns in Space!"

    Buns in Space was a game we played where I'd lie on my back on the floor with my knees up and my feet flat. Kyle would straddle me and sit down on my stomach. With my palms facing up, I'd grab hold of him by the upper thighs and butt, one cheek in each hand, and support his weight. Then in his pipsqueak voice he'd announce--and this was my favorite part--"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, once again it's time for ... BUUNS ... I-IN ... SPA-AAA-CE!!" And as soon as he said the words, I'd start to shake him and lift him and make a sound like a rocket launching. When my arms were extended, I'd shout, "Hit the button for hyperspace!" and with his finger he'd press an imaginary button on his left knee, and I'd make an even bigger launch noise and shake him some more, lifting him higher. After a few seconds I'd make him pitch and yaw, while I coughed and sputtered like Elmer Fudd's car. "Oh no, we're going dowwwn!" I'd yell, bucking him all over the place. "Look out belowww!" He'd laugh like hell and hang on to my wrists, totally exhilarated, and then I'd gently topple him over and we'd both crack up. A second later he'd jump up and say, "Again for it, Daddy," and we'd start all over.

    Kyle and I hadn't done Buns in Space in a long time--at least it seemed like a long time to me. I couldn't bench-press his forty pounds anymore, and it broke my heart.

    I told Kyle I was sorry, but I didn't feel up to it. He shrugged it off and went back to playing. I went back to Rembrandt. Before long, Rikki told us to get ready to eat.

    Immediately after dinner I had to lie down again. As usual, I didn't feel well. I had a roaring sinus infection that always seemed to get worse right after I ate. Without even clearing the table, I ambled over to the living room couch and collapsed onto it.

    Rikki ushered Kyle up the stairs for his bath, and I lay there looking up at the ceiling, exhausted and pissed off. I noticed a cobweb in the corner of one of the built-in oak bookshelves. Entangled in it was the crunchy carcass of a captured fly that had already had all the juice sucked out of it. I'm dying. I shook it off. Damn, I'm not missing this bath!

    "Wait guys," I called, "I'm coming." I groaned, struggling to get up from the couch.

    Rikki looked back down the stairs at me. "You sure?"

    "Yup." I grunted and stood up. Trying not to waste energy by bending over too far, I made a stab for the moccasins and missed. I took a deep breath and grabbed for them again, and this time I got them. I shook the soldiers out, dropped the slippers to the floor, and snaked my feet into them. Then I shuffled over to the L-shaped staircase, took hold of the wrought-iron railing, and pulled myself up the oak stairs.

    Rikki and Kyle were in the bathroom with the tub water running. Rikki gave my arm a gentle squeeze and looked at me worriedly. I kissed her cheek and looked over at Kyle. "Guess what, Little Man," I said excitedly.

    "What?" he asked.

    "How would you like to take a bath with shaving cream?" I picked up a can and gave it a few shakes.

    He balled his little fists and threw his arms up. "Yeahhh! You mean I can shoot it?"

    "Sure!" I said, glancing sideways at Rikki.

    She raised her eyebrows at me and said to Kyle, "Just try to keep it in the tub, honey, okay?"

    "Don't worry, I will," he said gleefully.

    Rikki tested the water with her fingers and turned off the faucet. "Peel and hop in, Spiderman," she said. "I'll go get your guys."

    I lowered the toilet lid and sat down, ready to watch Kyle go at it. Using both hands, he sprayed the first shot of shaving cream into the built-in tiled soap dish. "Coool!" he said. I smiled, agreeing that it was indeed cool for a kid to be let loose with a full can of shaving cream. I leaned back against the water tank and watched him.

    In a minute Rikki came back with a clear plastic tub of action figures, and Kyle carefully chose a few with his left hand, holding the shaving cream can in his right, reluctant to put down his new favorite weapon. He held up Shredder, who looked like a gladiator with serrated knives on his helmet, and blasted him with enough lather for twenty shaves. He giggled devilishly.

    Rikki stood next to me, gently massaging my back with her right hand, and the room filled with that synthetic lime shaving cream smell that's supposed to make women think men are manly.

    Evening had succumbed to night, and the critters in our woods were making themselves busy under the cover of darkness. I guessed that somewhere nearby somebody was throwing another log on a fire. I shifted my gaze from Kyle to the large mirror on the far wall and took in Rikki's profile beside me. She looked soft and radiant.

    Then I caught a glimpse of my own reflection. The harsh yellow light was not nearly as kind to me. In two days, he'll cut me open again. It won't work. I'm a dead man.

    An hour later Spiderman was fast asleep in his bed. The shaving cream had been rinsed off the bathroom walls and floor. Rikki had cleared the table and washed the dishes, buttoned up the house, turned down the thermostat, and climbed in bed next to me.

    She was wearing nothing but an oversized white T-shirt with a silk screen of the Beatles' Let It Be album cover on the front. Paul's picture covered her right breast and John's covered her left. George and Ringo were underneath. John and Paul were the lucky ones. Rikki and I lay facing each other, holding hands. Her skin felt warm and feminine, and she smelled like a bowl of fresh fruit from the Caswell-Massey soaps I'd bought her for our birthday.

    I inhaled deeply through my nose. "Mmm," I sighed. "Strawberry?"

    "Mm mm. Pomegranate."

    We lay in silence for a couple of minutes, looking into each other's eyes. Rikki spoke first. "I know you're scared about the operation," she said, squeezing my hand. "It's gonna be all right, Cam. We're going to get through this and you're going to get better."

    She was talking about the dual maxillary and ethmoid sinusotomy--my fourth sinus operation, the third in four years--I was going to undergo in two days. I looked deeply into her eyes but didn't say anything.

    "You've been sick for so long. You deserve to get better." She ran a hand through my hair and kissed me. "You're going to make it. I won't let you go down, you know. I won't."

    "These operations never seem to work for too long, Kid," I said softly. "I don't know why. It feels like it's in my bones. Like I'm sick all the way to my bones and I can't stop it. Mercer can't help me. He's just a guy with a knife." I shook my head. "It's deeper. Something's not right.... It's never been right."

    We looked at each other some more. "You've been a good friend and you're a great mom," I said. Rikki squeezed my hand harder, and a tear ran down her cheek and fell onto the light blue pillowcase. "I feel like you married a lemon," I said, and then my composure crumbled and I began to cry, too. "I'm so sorry, Rik."

    Rikki pulled me close to her and put my head on her shoulder. She stroked my hair and we cried together. "We'll make it," she whispered. "You'll see. Everything'll be all right."

    But in my heart, I didn't really think it was true.

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  • Posted April 7, 2013

    First Person Plural is a thrilling ride through Hell. It is a sa

    First Person Plural is a thrilling ride through Hell. It is a sad story and a book that is hard to put down. The details of Dissociative Identity Disorder are eye opening and tragic. You truly feel the author’s pain. Five stars.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 24, 2011

    Excellent and authentic ...

    As an individual living with DID, this book has been the one which I have most identified with. I worked in the field of civil engineering for almost 25-years and was quite active within many facets of my community. After over 20-years of therapy, my DID presented itself in such a way that it demonstrated to me that it was, in fact, an undeniable feature of my life. During the intervening years after I was correctly diagnosed (for the first time in my life) we were holistically treated to truly accommodate our true needs.

    I remain ever grateful to Cameron for write this eloquent autobiography!

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  • Posted June 10, 2010

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    Horrifying abuse happens to boys too!

    I had never heard of young boys being abused by their mothers until I read this book as well as A Child Called It. Father/daughter relationships aren't the only relationships that can be totally whacked out.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 6, 2009

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    Phenomianl Book for any interested in Psychology and Multiple Personality Disorder

    I loved this book It is well written, very innovative and interesting!!! Cameron West takes you on a path with him and you can actually feel what he went through with this disorder. The book expresses this condition in details and it is filled with humor, some sadness, and a drive that makes you do not want to put the book down!!<BR/><BR/>I would definetly recommend this book to anyone!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 15, 2005

    Truly inspiring!. A total Insight into the world of DID.

    I dont have DID, but i have always been fascinated with the mind and emotions and how experiences and traumas in ones life can truly affect a person. DID is not something to feel sorry about, people with DID are proof of how strong they really are. To have been able to develop alters in an attempt to survive a horrifying experience. This book gives you a true insight in what really makes a person develop DID. Hopefully peole will understand everything that lies inside a person.

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  • Posted March 13, 2012

    This book was helped me learn so much about DID. The writing was

    This book was helped me learn so much about DID. The writing was fresh, and I instantly fell in love with Cam and his family. I felt for all of them from beginning to end. I only found the book because I was doing research on DID for my novel series. I wanted to know something that movies and stereotypes couldn't teach me. I am thankful that Cam was brave enough to write his story and present it as thoroughly and as honestly as he did. Both my protagonist and the world he lives in will be much more realistic thanks to the knowledge I gained from reading this book. I am sincerely grateful for Cam's story.

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  • Posted December 5, 2008

    D.I.D

    i'm fifteen and i want to be a psychologist when i'm older. i am very familiar with this disease. although, most phD's don't admit this a disease of the mind, it most certainly is. cam west takes you on a true-life journey that is haunting and frightening.<BR/>since my best friend has this condition, i have researched relentlessly and this definitely helps me.<BR/>i love psychology and i personally found this a great book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 14, 2007

    avid reader of books concerning MPD

    At first this book seemed slow, but after a few chapters you get into it. There are some very sad and discriptive parts in this book concerning his childhood. This book is very captivating and touching. As I was reading it i felt like i was sort of there experiencing it with him and the guys. I highly recomend this book to anyone who is interested in either MPD or psychology!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 7, 2006

    Interesting and Informational

    This book was a very descriptive journey of a man suffering from the symptoms of Multiple Personality Disorder. It shows a perspective of this disorder in a way that no one else has ever done before. As we read this book, the author gives descriptive details and does not withhold anything, which shows the true ugly face of this disorder. While reading this you feeling yourself being sucked into the whirlpool of emotions, getting lost in the depth of the stories, characters and the plot of the story, and also rooting for Cameron to somehow make it out alive of this midlife crisis. This book gives a real outlook on this disorder.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 1, 2006

    First Person Plural

    This entertaining yet informative autobiography gave me a deeper more personal look into multiple personality disorder. Cameron West's book was not a definition by definition outline. This book not only managed to capture my attention but hold it till the very end. The information not only led me to learn about this disorder but was very enjoyable to read. His story of his struggles with being diagnosed with MPD and how he dealt with the challenges that faced him truly inspired me. I recommend anyone to read this book for it is not only educational but entertaining.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 26, 2004

    Inspiring and Emotional

    Reading this book enlightened me on what DID is really all about. Many stories that I have read are not firsthand accounts. They are more technical and lack emotion. Cameron West's book kept me on my toes and made me feel for him as much as I would someone close to me. It was amazing to see how fragile the mind is and what it does to protect one from pain. I feel as if I know West now, and I wish that I could meet him to discuss things personally. I hope the best for him and his family in the future.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 9, 2003

    Authenitc and Revealing

    Interesting account of one man's journey in the struggle to live as a multiple. West writes, 'Having DID is, for many people, a very lonely thing. If this book reaches some people whose experiences resonate with mine and gives them a sense that they aren't alone, that there is hope, then I will have achieved one of my goals.' Congratulations, I think that was accomplished. I felt right there with West as he made discoveries and realizations that only a multiple can. His honesty and openess were apparant. His appreciation for the support he recieved from therapists and family are inspiring. A worthwhile read for suvivors as well as those interested in the authenticity of one man's experience as a multiple.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 3, 2002

    heart touching

    This is an amazing story. Cam's story really touched my heart and makes me want to learn more about DID. i really enjoyed this book and could not put it down. If you have not read it.....read it it's worth it!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 30, 2001

    A must read for those with DID and close family/friends/clinicians

    Not only is this a wonderfully and humerously written book, Cam's story describes in detail exactly what it has been like for me to live with DID... Newly diagnosed, this book is helping me to deal with my own 'denial's rake'. Especially of interest has been Cam's mention of self-injury and co-conciousness - from the openning pages of the book, I was 'taken' given this has been exactly my experience since childhood. Thank you for its honest and caring mention.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 14, 2001

    Compelling true story

    I'm neither a mental health professional, nor a person with DID. However, I love to read good nonfiction, and this book was great. It was compelling, interesting, uplifting and educational. Anyone who enjoys nonfiction should like this book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 30, 2001

    In Awe

    This book put me in awe. It is a spectacular book for which I bought a copy of for myself after doing a book review for my Psychology class. I can't believe the detail and the crispness of it. This deserves a rating well beyond the scale!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 25, 2000

    Powerfully Written!

    First Person Plural: My Life As A Muliple by Cameron West was powerfully written. It was a very moving first hand account of what it's like to have MPD/DID. I highly recoomend this book to anyone interested in learning about MPD/DID.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 17, 2000

    A horrifying journey of overcoming obstacles

    I truly loved this book. The only reason that I didn't give it the full 5 stars, is because the abuse memories were extremely graffic. This is not a book to take to work to read during your break. It requires full attention, and in some cases an empty stomach.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 28, 2000

    A gripping and honestly written book

    As I read First Person Plural I was encouraged and challenged by this sometimes painfully honest account of the life and healing process faced by someone with DID. The most unique aspect of this book is that the author writes of the challenges of maintaining a family while facing a difficult disorder and striving for recovery. This is an outstanding book full of hope for anyone in a simular situation,and insite into DID for for those who are interested.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 8, 2000

    A Book You Can't Put Down

    I read this book in my spare time. It was recommended by classmates in my Abnormal Psychology class. Once I started reading this book I couldn't put it down. It was very interesting. In our class about eight people read it and they also had positive comments about the book. Take a sneak peak at the book by reading a sample of it.

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